After completing their postgame interviews, the Boston Celtics did not linger in San Francisco. They hurried aboard the team plane that had been waiting for them and prepared to fly back to Boston overnight.
Inside the spacious, comfortable plane, this should have been a time for the players to relax, rest, or joke around with one another.
Yet the scene was entirely different at this moment—all the players sat quietly together, their eyes fixed on the replay of Game 2 of the Finals playing on the large screen ahead.
Coach Jack, seated in the front row, wore a grave, serious expression. As he watched the footage, he paused it from time to time to point out various details the players had failed to handle properly on the court.
Whenever they heard Coach Jack's comments, the players nodded repeatedly, showing their agreement and acceptance.
Clearly, the entire Boston Celtics team felt unwilling to accept and saddened by the loss that had just ended.
Even Goodwin, who was always brimming with confidence, could not hide his disappointment.
When the replay finally ended, Goodwin fell into a whirlwind of thoughts.
No! It wasn't a matter of details—it was my own problem!
All along, my style had been to let my teammates charge into battle first while I stayed back to provide support.
But just as today's game showed, that tactical arrangement was clearly no longer suitable.
Against an opponent as powerful and rhythmically sound as the Golden State Warriors, if we kept following their pace, whether on defense or offense, we'd only be led around by the nose in the end.
And from the very beginning, I had been too focused on my individual defensive assignment instead of stepping up in time to lead the team in mounting an effective attack.
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